He thought, however, that the plot had been
contrived by the girl, and (without speaking to his wife) he ran after
her with such fury that, had not his wife rescued her from his hands,
he would have killed her. He declared that she was the wickedest jade
he had ever known, and that, if his wife had waited to see the end, she
would have found that he was only mocking her, for, instead of doing
what she expected, he would have chastised her with rods.
But his wife, knowing what words of the sort were worth, set no value
upon them, and addressed such reproaches to him that he was in great
fear lest she should leave him. He promised her all that she asked,
and, after her sage reproaches, confessed that it was wrong of him to
complain that she had lovers; since a fair and honourable woman is none
the less virtuous for being loved, provided that she do or say nothing
contrary to her honour; whereas a man deserves heavy punishment when he
is at pains to pursue a woman that loves him not, to the wronging of
his wife and his own conscience. He would therefore, said he, never more
prevent his wife from going to Court, nor take it ill that she should
have lovers, for he knew that she spoke with them more in jest than in
affection.
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